Life with a view

The tide has turned and so have I Feeling lost spiritually ,and in your eyes I do not exist So why am I here just for the view? Otters come out from the old boat house, another season of life from 4 to 5 to 7 to 5 they have survived the traps That have been set out for them and my dogs The days are longer and so is my hair and nails I stopped chewing them when I threw in the towel You don't even know ,you're not even aware I am no longer here nor there And it used to matter ...now I care not ...your looks used to draw them in like flies and you still try But no honey just bullshit,all talk no action except with your own self and computer screen ,then you don't have to interact with reall life it's just a fantasy world So throw another log on ,drink my 1 cuppa coffee one needs ice cleats to navigate this life .. And they don't make xtra tuffs like they used to nor woman like me ..your loss Soon spring will spring pussywillows will bloom ,daily I discard that which no longer serves a purpose nor fits Summer will come ,music will be played, but no longer will play the game of life with you. Moving on tried I really did but you drown yourself in your own memories and affairs and alcohol and somewhere somehow I became your enemy no longer your lover